I wasn’t beautiful anymore. Now I looked like what I was, a raw wound. (words from White Oleander by Janet Fitch)
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/əˈTHirēəl/
adjective
extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world.
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I wasn’t beautiful anymore. Now I looked like what I was, a raw wound. (words from White Oleander by Janet Fitch)
(via tiredbtw)
/əˈTHirēəl/
adjective
extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world.
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